Between Me And Life Is A Faint

One Never Lives So Intensely As When One Has Been Thinking Hard.

It Is Noble To Be Shy, Illustrious Not To Know How To Act, Great Not To Have A Gift For Living.

Myth Is The Nothing That Is All.

In The Very Corner Of My Soul There Is An Altar To A Different God.

The Gods Sell When They Give. Glory Is Paid For With Disgrace. Poor Are The Happy, For They Are Just What Passes.